Last night I went to Fontaines for dinner with my friends Joan, Sean and Sarah for their half price peel and eat shrimp and snow crab legs that they do on Thursdays. During the course of the meal, I had two glasses of wine.
Yes, that’s a real screenshot from what came up on my phone when I entered it into my Weight Watchers app. When I got home, it was still pretty early, only about 8:30 or so and it was too early to go sleep. That’s when the wine munchies made their appearance.
This is something that I’ve always struggled with, but when I have any alcohol, that little voice in my head that has been saying, “Eat an apple!” or “Eat some carrots with salsa!” starts telling me to eat something else.
The something else:
This brownie brittle is pretty amazing. And if you eat one serving, which actually ends up being a decent amount, it’s not that bad for you. But I didn’t eat one serving, the wine munchies made me eat three!
Damn you, wine munchies. Although, I weighed myself this morning and lost a pound.
We’ve owned our home for a little over two years now and one thing that we’ve realized is with home ownership, the projects never end. It’s going to take a long time, but one room at a time, we’re making the house nicer. Yesterday was spent focused on the master bath. It went like this:
• watch True Blood (Season 4 finally on DVD) while paint dries
• watch True Blood
I can’t say it’s a bad way to spend a Saturday. After a while though, we got tired of paint and vampire kings and focused our attention on dinner. I’d bought some frozen swordfish at Trader Joe’s the other night and wanted to make skewers for the grill.
My friend Emily texted me around 5 asking what we were doing, so we invited her and her boyfriend Brian over to grill with us. We had drinks: watermelon mojitos and beer.
And for the main course, swordfish kebabs and chicken and bison burgers for Jason, Brian and Emily.
I was getting bitten up, so we moved inside to eat, but then headed back out for dessert: grilled nectarines. The picture doesn’t really do these any justice; they tasted like pie filling.
I know I’m getting old when I voluntarily woke up at 5:50 am on my birthday. A couple of days ago, Jason and signed up for the Run the River 5K. I did this race last year and it’s become one of my favorites because it’s pretty flat, a rarity in Atlanta.
That’s Jason’s, “Why are you making me do this?” face. The race started at 7:30. I honestly had no idea what to expect in terms of how I would do. I knew it was a flatter race and what my time was last year (27:45). But I also knew that I hadn’t been running much lately. Even when I don’t think I can set a PR, I still always want to, so the 27:45 number was in my head the whole time.
This was a pretty uneventful race. It’s an out and back, which I sort of like because you know what you’re in for. I tried to run at a pace that felt challenging but not one where I would burn out and have to walk. And that’s exactly what it felt like. It was hard enough, but there were no points where I was feeling too bad. I ended up crossing the finish line with a clock time of 28:40 which is fine with me. If it weren’t for the fact that I did it a whole minute faster last year, I would be pretty pleased with that time. Actually, I still am.
After the race, we went back home and got showered and headed out to Urban Pl8 for brunch. This has become one of my favorite Atlanta restaurants. Since it was my birthday and Jason’s last day of work, celebratory Bloody Marys (Bloody Maries?) were in order.
I’m sort of picky about Bloody Marys. If they have too much…sludge…in them, I don’t like them. This one was good though.
I’m actually sitting on the patio of the restaurant even though it looks like I’m in a field somewhere! For my meal, I chose the Vegan Breakfast.
Kale has become one of my favorite foods and I pretty much ordered this because of the braised kale. The sweet potatoes and bean cake were good too.
Jason had to go to work after brunch and I did what any birthday girl would do; I went shopping and then took a long nap.